T.o.N. (Theory of Nothing)

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 13)

The Bird is Flown

Profpat couldn’t afford to buy a helicopter, as his instructions had suggested, even after stripping Chicago dry of short change, so, frugal as he was, he bought something much cheaper and studied up on it.

The Prof was sleeping after resting up from a nap so he could deliver an important lecture on “Creative Accounting” in San Francisco, when he received a frantic call from a calm ninja to begin his west coast trip immediately, if not sooner.

Profpat gathered up some spare pencils, loaded his turbo powered station wagon with what he needed and took off before trouble could arrive, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way out.

He drove and drove drove some more and passed the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where he was still supposed to practice some things; however, he had noted 6 dust trails or devils following him many miles behind.

Prof remembered that Nobody, in a private message to all, had hinted at some dark and very probable futures for the earth that he had observed when taking a wrong turn in time on the CBR trip, one being the fate of earth’s global warming. However, all was not lost, for the goodhearted ToeQuestors could perhaps use their knowledge of the newly discovered TOE to alter the dark future, somehow, if only they could learn all the nuances quick enough over the coming decades.

Profpat remembered watching the video of a possible dark future that was couched in biblical allegory for concealment of its revelations:

http://www.veoh.com/videos/v10251763twMhnwp

(Viewing this is not really essential to the story.)

Furthermore, the knowledge of the real TOE, if refined and understood well enough, could lead to amazing wonders that could never even imagined in this age, all good things, of course—and could not be trusted to governments with visions of dominance by conquest over Toequest.

The naturalist, for instance, would be able to absorb with awestruck reverence scenes of overpowering sublimity far beyond the simple prettiness on offer now.

A musician would be able to hear and play music more exhilarating and heartfelt than anyone had ever dreamed of. The celestial music of the spheres heard by the mystics would become as a child’s toy flute in comparison to this grand and ultimate symphony.

The sensualist would discover that what had passed for deep and passionate sex had been merely a pleasant prelude. Erotic pleasure of an intensity that flesh had never known would become enjoyable without guilt by thought alone.

A painter or patron of the visual arts would be able to behold representative vision in a holographic reality of indescribable glory and completeness.

Scientists would be able to apply a googolplex of neurons to their thought experiments, rivaling Einstein’s fortunate ah-ha moments, all of the time, to reveal much of what was unknown between heaven and earth.

Arguments by people insisting on their own selfish ways would melt into a new sense of increased reasoning, just as bad and aversive emotions would be greatly lessened by new and safer medical miracles. Wars would become much reduced and humanity at large could finally progress beyond its everyday suffering.

People would actually remember their car keys and glasses that often piled up at the vanishing point of the lost and found at the end of the converging railroad tracks.

Of course, throughout the ages there had always been those rare and mystical moments as described above for some enlightened and peaceful souls or those in love, but they were just fleeting glimpses of a rare light that lit their minds for a while as a flickering candle when all one’s thoughts perfectly conjuncted, but then, as always, soon dispersing and moving on into the oblivion of forgotten dreams.

Or… would the contagion of the sickness, immaturity, and ignorance of the present human condition of those in power thwart the best efforts of the noble ToeQuestors…

All of the preceding is why Profpat and the others escaping to safety had found a renewed vigor and strength and were now going way beyond the comic Fantastic Four to form a phenomenal team of noumena seekers consisting of many talented and diverse individuals that the fate of the universe now depended on.

So, Profpat had driven across the plains through the badlands was now speeding up the Rocky Mountain road, having turned on his nitro tanks. He had just received an update: “Go faster, 6 more Feds and Fed-exes coming up other side of mountain; you need reach peak before them. Hurry, scurry, flurry; make haste; expedite. Click.”

Profpat turned on more afterburners and finally reached the mountain’s peak, unloaded his hang glider and took off above the clouds. He dipsy-doodled at first but soon got the hang of the glider. This is marvelous, he thought, it feels as if the wings are an extension of my very self—I am a phoenix on eagle’s wings.

(How Profpat felt)

Some Feds fired at him from quite a distance with their high powered tranquilizer rifles, but the darts merely formed gravity’s rainbow.

The glider responded to Pat’s slightest touch and he became acclimated to it. Passing hundreds of miles past the Rockies and not really losing much altitude, he learned to sense the updrafts or spot dirt fields from which the heat would be rising.

Prof saw the earth a bit differently now, being a skynaut, it’s petty squabbles now seen to be as meaningless as ants fighting over a crumb. Another, smaller, mountain range gave him some needed lift, and he sailed on, lit a cigarette and had a sip of coffee. The world was opened as an oyster to him, and was also now his ashtray and outhouse.

He landed in San Francisco and began his lecture on “Being Accountable”, in some colossal skyscraper’s conference room whose grandeur befitted the importance of Accounting, for where would the world be without transactions—the accounting of which was the very “language of business”.

The lecture, entitled “The GAAP Between the CPA and the CGA in Using the IFRS” began:

The basic accounting principles of the double-entry debit-credit system have not changed since the days of ancient Greece and Rome in that we must stay up all night until they balance—that is, until Enron dropped out of the Big Five that we now call the Big Four…

The lecture was about to go on, but it was so boring that Austin’s story allowed the waiting Fed-Ups to immediately rush toward the podium. Profpat threw very sharp pencils at them, greatly slowing them down, accidently erasing a few of them, along with some quarks, income tacks, big accounts, and some green eyeshades, and then disappeared behind the curtain and ran up the stairs toward the skyscraper’s roof, not even stopping for a smoke or at a pencil sharpener.

The Feds ran down the stairs, and found no one but their lawyer, who said, “You fools. These stairs that go down; do they not also go up?” He reversed his charges and sent them up, but a bit too late, for Profpat was already winging away like a duck (no, wait, ducks were in Fredrick’s story—he winged away like a fowl bird, air foiling the Federals yet again).

The Feds called in 6 black FBI sedan helicopters (see, Profpat, maybe you should have bought one) to follow him as he received another message: “Stealth black ninja aircraft carrier waiting for you beyond US boundary in international waters.”

Profpat flapped his seemingly real movable organs for flying (wings) and rose and dove in rises and dives to outwit the helicopters and lose them for a while as he flew through a cloud with his mouth open to get a drink of the refreshing water droplets. It was cat and mouse for a while until the cheese disappeared in the fog.

(This was really the Golden Gate Bridge before I tampered with it.)

He then used the heat rising off the Golden Gate Bridge to fly on through the end of twilight, intending to use the darkness for cover beyond the city’s lights; however, this ending of dusk also meant that the ocean was no longer trading brisk breezes with the shore and that he would begin to lose altitude. Death! where is thy Victory? To triumph whilst I die, To triumph whilst thine ebon wing enfolds my shuddering soul. Death! where is thy string? (Shelley)

Sure enough, he began dropping 30 feet a second over the ocean and still had 25 miles to go… This is it, he thought, I’m an overdue account, pound foolish, though penny wise, but overdrawn; at least they didn’t get the TOE from me!

Noughts, oughts, and all that he ever taught, bought, sought, and fought flashed before his red inked eyes as he intentionally dropped like a stone for short whiles before flaring his wings to catch the air and turn potential energy into kinetic to gain forward progress out to sea far and away the nuttiest professor now. Time to square accounts with my maker on account of my curiosity to account for Everything—money is of no account now; from Death my life was a borrowed debit, but I spent it, loved it, and lived it on good fortune’s credit.

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 13 con’t)

It was no use; Profpat was going to fall into the ocean. He could sense the moisture, almost taste the brine, and and was going to swim with the smell of the fishes. Good try, said Prof to Pat, his other selfsame, but you’re not going to pass this course. It’s OK, said Pat to Prof, I’m dropping out—my number is up.

Good old Prof was ready to yin his yang in the fine way that he lived: in the black, all the books balanced except for a spot of white in the darkness of the Yin. What’s that below?

The landing lights of the ninja carrier’s heliopad flashed on in the glorious pattern of heaven, heat, and light combined with earth, dark, and cold, each revolving around the other, the Yin/Yang symbol of a cyclic and rounded life—and Profpat dropped thirty feet and gave one last push forward and landed just as the carrier’s lights went back off.

(Yin, Yang, and Yaun)

“Welcome, Professor” said a voice in the wilderness of the darkness of nothing, “breeze die down so we come to you at full power.”

“I’ll show you a thing or 2.5,” said Prof, pointing a pencil into the inky blackness of night.

“Ouch! I get the point, but really now, PatrickPro, you just live through great experience of glory of life.”

“To die for glory is not living!”

“Man who face death appreciate life more. This good training for future of save yiniverse and yangiverse.”

“Well, that is my questionable long and arduous search.”

“See, quest great expedition. I train you in number of things. I am 9.0 degree Grand Master.”

“Do you know accounting, Grand Master, ninth degree ninja, emperor of the multiverse?”

“Just call me number nine. I no good account; get digits mixed up, but make million that way. What you do on other ledger side?”

“I color quarks through the prism of super strings and theorize the emission of an electron from the proton.”

“Nuclear “unclear” to me. Have dyslexia. Am member of DNA.”

“DNA?”

“National Dyslexics Association.”

“Ok, ninja, good one, but it’s not good to make light of handicaps unless you really have one; now, take two apples from three apples; what do you have?”

“One?”

“No, you took two, remember; they are in your hand.”

“Hardy-har, Proffer, what be one plus one.”

“Two?”

“No, they were sand piles and all lump into one bigger one.”

“Ok, #9, what is fifty quadrillion, thirty cotillions, 6 pillions, and…”

“That too hard.”

“…times zero?”

“Oh, it be zip. What correct grammar: Six and seven ARE fourteen or six and seven IS fourteen?”

“Thirteen.”

“Ah, that unlucky number, plus this part 13 of story.”

“I always stay on the 14th floor of hotels, so I am safe, plus I never include a chapter 11 in my books, for that is filing for bankruptcy. Anyway, 13 at the last supper works for me.”

“I have #9 in my name but it silent.”

“Ho-ho. Are the ToeQuestors days numbered?”

“Yes, today August 30 on calendar. Now, what best digit?”

“The toe, but not at the moment since I stubbed it on your deck on a big black dot.”

“Want me call tow truck? Ha. So, how old you?”

“An uncounted innumerable untold amount.”

“How see 4 sunset in one day?”

“Run up a hill.”

“Want come in out of dark? Start training?”

“Yes, but what is the darkest dark of all?”

“ ‘I’m the darkest,’ said the Shadow to the Night.’ ”

“ ‘No,’ said Midnight, ‘compared to me you’re bright.’ ”

“ ‘You floodlights!’ said Starless Space, ‘Stop your fight.’ ”

“ ‘The darkest plight is the lack of love’s delight!’ ”

“You good man, Prof. Come aboard.”

“Thanks, niner. How did they catch onto me?”

“Government try spend $787.00 from account on one screwdriver, come up 3 penny short; do million-dollar audit.”

“Well, it was only a matter of time.”

“Here postcard from Fredrick—what it say?”

“It says that training is going well—he is learning diesel.”

“Ah, good news. OK, we do test of touch. Ah, see you have pencil.”

“This is my best pencil—let’s not ruin it. I began the theory of the proton with it and the remainder of the theory is still inside this pencil somewhere.”

“We do no harm. Hold pencil and run it across chair seat fabric—no, wait, use eraser end so not write autograph; now, rub; you seem to feel texture at pencil end?”

“Yes, amazing, it feels like an extension of my fingers, but of course I have no sense organs way out there.”

“So then, brain fabricate reality, just like hang glider wing seem part of you.”

“True—so that’s why I couldn’t afford a helicopter!”

“Yes, PatProf, and so you “see” we only see inside of head where all is fabricate.”

“I agree. I fabricate you, scents and odours fabricate from molecule shapes in the nostrils, and sounds fabricate from air vibrations, as well as colors from waves and even the illusion of light itself in a dark head, especially during my favorite pastime of sleeping and dreaming.”

“You good illusion of physical world, being like some TV tuner receive broadcast from far. But, you somewhat out of touch from doze too much, so I teach you touch base ten feet away with invisible ten foot pole.”

“With my girlfriends not around? I don’t know about that.”

“That be touch down, but recall for illegal procedure. Now, what touch lately?”

“That’s personal.”

“Ah, sorry. Why kids touch something when tell not to?”

“It all started in the Garden of Eden.”

“Ah, very touching story of dumb people made by smart god.”

“You’re still holding two apples.”

“Ah, yes, you funny. We make apple sauce and welcome you for training, Grand Master Professor and Temporal TOE Protector of Universe that can someday give good life to all.”

“One day we will hang Adam’s apple back on the Tree of Knowledge and hopefully help correct the distortion and sadness of all 13.75 billion years of creation.”

[N0B0DY]

Asked, and answered very well, RP. There are just a few things, where pulling an infinity card runs into the paradoxial for me, and regarding the small-scale force. Also the annihilation events were explained incorrectly, the inner space would refer to inner material expansion where the field density in between the expanding matter would decrease exponentially - re: http://micro.magnet.fsu.edu/primer/java/scienceopticsu/powersof10

If there is a common center, I could fathom, well not really, infinite spatial expansion from that point in all directions. Yet, if the center is thought to be all points within the infinite field, and all points are expanding, the expansion of each point would produce contraction of each point from the surrounding expanding waves. Following your implication that there is no surface, we can't think in terms of fermionic matter, but more bosonic forces that would penetrate according to certain frequencies.

This would lead to your reference of the effects not contacting or reaching each other, where the repulsive effects of like charges would create infinite density everywhere because there is no point within the field where expansion is not occuring, providing the force is repulsive. Yet, I'm thinking this only applies to like charges, but if there is no surface and the charges are opposite then the amplitudes and spins would annihilate and energy would radiate from the absolute center. All "particles" or field concentrations without magnetic moments would be poleless expandable points. I had made a few references to the meeting point of annihilation events, as analogous to the event horizon so as not to confuse it with a "before or after" state of energy.

The electromagnetic field occupying all of space I think I follow, but that the "inner cause of matter expansion" would be due to the annihilation of charges occuring instantaneously, instead of due to the motion of charges.

Other than that, I was refering to the strong-force distance as the center of the nucleon to its circumference, which would be comparably infinite. Yet, it's irrelevant if space is expanding at all scales, so I concede. To be sure, you said your theory doesn't include nucleons, right?

[N0B0DY]

I think Pat's gonna have a field day with Yin, Yang and Yaun, Austin.

Great stuff!

[austintorn@aol.com]

Turns out that yaun is perhaps a little known neutral state that some propose, that I only found out about when looking up yin/yang images on Google. Yawn… but 3 is a always a great number.

[Profpat]

Austin, I find myself speechless and wordless, and humbled.
Thank you very much my friend.
Pat

[N0B0DY]

RP,

Just reading what Austin had said about Yaun being neutral, I think I may have had things backwards. Are the high concentrations of density within the field due to the compression of the field, whereby the matter expanding is from adding to the density of certain areas in the field?

I had originally thought of matter as being finite bits of energy in uniform motion, but I'm not sure if I should consider your reference as having a compressed static center like a type of singularity. Judging from the woofer-type depiction on your site, it appears to be the case if the compression is occuring from all directions.

I guess I'm asking for your thoughts on contraction.

[N0B0DY]

Yet another thing, being the pest that I am, RP.

Having learned the truth is in the basics, I went back to your intro at: http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mai...insteinGroupie and read your entertaining poem.

Is it accurate to say that your proposal is that gravity is the sole force and source of observable reality, where the 4th dimension creates 3-d space as a whole 4-d spacetime, and that the electromagnetism as the 5th and 6th are the result of decay of the 3-d spatial densities? Or is the 4th of time to be considered the result of 3-d spatial motion that is created in another fashion?

There is also reference made here: http://forums.delphiforums.com/Einst...ages/?msg=75.1 about destructive wave interference. Does that imply that if there were an aetheric medium present, that it would be static?

I'm picturing it in terms of crests and valleys created by, say, a dropped pebble in still water where the effect of gravity on the pebble would exceed the effect of gravity on the surface of the water to create an oscillation at the center which would produce the ripples. If the medium were not motionless, only one wave would form because the space (aether) of the valley would move uniformly with the wave. If it is motionless, it would create an opposing wave motion that would cancel forward wave propagation relative to the force of the oscillation. Or am I to think in terms of the field as being frictionless?

The depiction is only semi-accurate because it is planar, but it's too difficult for me to express it in terms of the expansion of 3-d space.

[Profpat]

[quote=N0B0DY;34047]You've managed to move me with your response, RP. I don't get moved very often.

I don't consider myself to be very intelligent so bear with me in that regard, but I'm willing to go deeper than most are willing to go to prove that the toe cannot be found in order for folks to save themselves years of frustration. I ask silly questions at times for people to follow along and participate in this discussion to exhaust their own ideas, and although I seemingly denigrate them it's not my intention. I only wish to push people to try to answer the unanswerable.

Nobody,

I think I have an idea about the image for your theory on a T-shirt that Austin could do.

It would the entire universe on what appears to be a balloon surface and you with a pin getting ready to pop it.

Best to all,

Pat

[N0B0DY]

I would hate to be the bad guy that bursts everyone's bubble, or balloon, and would agree only if we could all be pictured around the balloon with pins.

The balloon without a surface is RP's idea, not mine, and I'm sincerely trying to understand it because eventhough my idea is based on everything being abstract, the mechanics have to correlate to the false boundary made from what is consciously detectible and the point where detection becomes impossible...subconscious and unconscious.

If we work together, we can help others in exhausting all possibilities from this one forum by expressing them in many ways. I wish more people would join in though, and not be so shy or worried about embarassing themselves or being insulted.

We're all hopefully among friends.